I took the LSAT next to Mr. Hands Down His Pants.

Hands Down His Pants wore red sweatpants to the exam. He smelled like a buttcrack. I noticed the stench immediately as he walked by me and sat, OF COURSE, two seats away from my desk. It's bad enough to have a person who smells like an anus sitting next to you, right? Yeah. Well, the situation gets worse for me.

During section one, I noticed some unusual hand movements out of the corner of my eye. I peek over to witness Hands Down His Pants with one hand down his pants and one hand grasping his pencil (his #2). I am in disbelief. I try to ignore it and continue but the frenzy down his pants increased as he stressed out over his section.

There are two very old female proctors giving the exam. It was so bad that between section two and three one of the proctors called me up to the front of the room. She inquires if I have noticed anything unusual happening in the corner. "Heck Yes," I reply. Then, she moves my seat a few seats down but there is still another guy about four seats away from him. Hands Down His Pants apparently did not take the hint because they kept sternly yelling "HANDS ABOVE ABOVE THE DESK! HANDS ABOVE THE DESK!" and threated him with a warning. The guy four seats away gets up in the middle of the section and asks to move his seat away from the, uh, action.